Two Destinations

#4 Luke .16:19-31 ‘’Royal’’ Dives revelled while At his gate sick Pious lay, Rabid dogs cared for Pious wounds. Till illness had its way, He rejoiced with Saints he cheered. Dives still; with thoughts for none, Torah rejecting, digging a hole He died. The ground his body held. Their ways reversed he felt the heat. Relationships widened still. A chasm yawned, ‘Pious’ he called out but, He sensed the pain but couldn’t help. Dives carelessness behind, His kin He hoped to notify; What hope could be received? If ‘’One risen from the dead’’ did not Impress.’’ for those who won’t believe. Which termini to leave? Which way to go? Paradise or Hades, money, possessions! If they won’t hear or know the truth, Hear & read the patriarchs & prophecies, And those you know can fill some space, Just choose which way to go, To continue in the race. Saint Augustine. “The New is in the Old concealed; the Old is in the New revealed.”